Saving the Unconscious I

After that scenario, I was aware of one thing: the host appeared to have a familiar summery vibrancy, even if he was still giving off his normal midnight winter aura.

He is undoubtedly concealing his mask from me, and it seems as if he never even considered that I would not be able to detect it. I realized then that he was certainly more mysterious than anyone or anything I had ever met, not even the crown prince whom I had previously believed to be my love.

After spending some time with him, I heard his ominous voice saying, "So that was the reason," a voice that feels foreign to me. A period when we were the only people in the room or even the world he built, and I remember thinking it would never end.

He leans in closer, crossing his legs and twirling his hands on the table. After the host had come down to inform me of Auster's whereabouts, we had been standing side by side earlier.

I couldn't help but stare into the host's eyes as if a mask had been a